My Dream Dominant Collection is a series of stand-alone contemporary erotic romance novels with a light BDSM theme. The books feature sexy Alphas and the sassy redheads they can’t resist.
LUKE & BELLA is Dream Dominant Book 1. The story grew out of my musings on what might be the best job in the world. I decided traveling the world and being paid to do it must be the ultimate ‘nine to five.’
In the story, veteran television journalists Bella Grant and Luke McGillicutty are thrown together to create a new tv travel show. As they visit exotic cities and stay in luxurious hotels, they eventually give in to their mutual attraction. But there’s something important Luke has neglected to mention to Bella that could ruin everything.
Here’s a teaser from LUKE & BELLA.
Bella padded out into the sitting room in her pajamas, a thin black tank with pink bottoms. Looking down, she realized she wouldn’t feel comfortable dressed this way if Luke came in, so she went back for a bathrobe. Still hot from the bath, however, she draped the robe over a chair thinking she could grab it when she heard the door. If, that is, I’m still up when he comes back, she considered.
She poured another glass of wine and wandered to the french doors, watching as lightning streaked across the sky, occasionally replacing the warm glow of the firelight that filled the suite with flashes of cold blue. Large raindrops peppered the glass as the wind whipped the hotel, Edinburgh castle lit up and barely visible in the distance.
It’s such a lovely place, Bella thought. Such a cozy night. I could curl up now and fall asleep to the sound of the storm.
Instead, she sat on the floor in front of the fire, laptop before her. Luke had dumped the raw video and created folders on the desktop. She perused them one by one. Airport, Ailsa, McTavish’s, Distillery…Hmmm…Let’s start at the end and go backwards, she decided. Distillery it is.
She was completely engrossed in the video of their lunch with Nevin and Maw when Luke suddenly burst through the door. Every molecule of her body went rigid and a strange gasping scream rolled up from her toes.
“Jesus H., McGillicutty!” she exclaimed, jumping up. “You scared the shit out of me!”
He started to reply and couldn’t. For a moment all he could do was stare. She was dressed in a black tank top with pink pajama bottoms. And, he noticed, she wasn’t wearing a bra, erect nipples pointing toward the ceiling. Probably had something to do with being startled out of her skin, he realized. She’d been working on the computer. There was a glass of wine next to her.
“Are you ok?” she asked, more softly. She flushed, understanding the focus of his gaze and belatedly she realized she’d left the robe on the other side of the room.
“Um, yeah,” he answered. “I was just ready to come back. Is there more wine?”
“Sure,” she answered gently, “but you’re absolutely drenched. I’ll get you a towel.” Her robe was on a chair next to the bedroom door, but the wine made her feel bold, so she ignored it. Let him look, she thought, and she felt her nipples harden again at the idea.
Bella returned with a fluffy white towel from the bathroom. “You’re dripping water everywhere,” she observed quietly as she handed him the towel.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
She shrugged. “Not my floor,” she replied. “I can hang your shirt over the shower,” she offered.
Luke pulled the buttoned chambray shirt over his head, the way men so often do. Bella shook her head. Why don’t they ever use the buttons? she wondered irritably.
He handed her the shirt, murmuring his thanks, and began to dry off using the towel. She eyed his muscular shoulders and broad chest, appreciating the fact that the latter was dusted with salt and pepper hair, oddly enough white on the left side, black on the right, with a black line trailing down his toned abs toward… Focus, girlfriend, she scolded herself.
When she returned from hanging his shirt, he’d finished toweling off and had draped the towel around the back of his neck. Bella poured him a glass of wine and topped off her own as well. Turning, she walked to him and handed him his glass of wine. “What’s going on, Cowboy?” she asked. He looked at her, startled. “I’ve heard you call yourself that. I like it,” she shrugged, replying to his unasked question.
“Like I said, I was ready to be back,” he explained. “The pub was noisy and I was tired. How’s the footage?” he asked, steeling himself for her reaction.
“Great!” she answered, smiling. “Beyond great, actually. I was already happy with the content, but Luke, the lighting, the angles, the composition…You have an amazing eye.”
Luke couldn’t believe his good luck; she hadn’t seen his video from the airport. He sipped his wine and watched her looking at him, concern still showing on her face. He gently touched her arm, lightly stroking from her shoulder to her elbow. Bella felt electricity ripple through her body and she stopped breathing.
“I missed you,” he said simply.
After a beat, she recovered enough to try to make light of his words. “Missed me?” she laughed lightly. “You were gone for a couple of hours.” Nervously, she turned and moved to the french doors again, the better to watch the storm and get a little space.
Towel still hanging around his neck, Luke followed her to the window and stood behind her, looking over her head and out at the storm. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and she stilled breathlessly. Leaning down, he caressed her right shoulder with his lips. “Bella,” he whispered, and he turned her to face him.
She looked up at him, breath ragged. He moved his hand to lightly stroke her jaw line with his thumb. “I missed you,” he said again, his eyes dark. He traced her lips with his index finger and Bella struggled to catch her breath. “I want to kiss you,” he said. “Would that be okay?” Bella, brown eyes wide, could only nod assent.
Luke leaned in to her slowly; it seemed like it took a week for him to reach her, and then his lips were on hers, gently at first and then more intense, more demanding. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her kiss matching the fervor of his. He held her waist, slowly moving his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her in to him.
Luke moved his right hand up until it cupped her left breast and she moaned into his kiss. Then he brushed her nipple with his thumb, causing her to gasp. “I want you,” he breathed into her ear.
Bella leaned back and looked at him, eyes shining with desire, her heart pounding. She buried her hands in the hair on his chest, then looked back up at him again. Luke tugged at the front of her tank top, pulling it down to expose her left breast with its hard pink nipple and he covered it with his mouth, licking and suckling hard. She arched her back forcing her breast closer to him.
“Oh, God, Cowboy!” she breathed. “Please…”
He looked up at her and grinned. “Please what?” he teased.
“Oh, please…” she managed.
He gripped her shirt by the bottom and pulled it over her head, standing back to admire her. “Jesus, Bella,” he breathed, taking in the sight of her before he wrapped her in his arms again.
He lay her gently on the floor in front of the fire. “Put your arms over your head,” he whispered, and she complied. Lightly, he brushed her body with his fingertips starting at her hands, then down her arms and across her breasts, down her stomach…He paused at the pajama pants, then slid his hand over the mound between her thighs, caressing through the fabric. She bucked and brought her hands down to his shoulders, but he took them lightly and replaced them over her head.
“Shh, be still,” he whispered. Gently, he tugged at the pajama pants and pulled them down and off, panties and all, so that she lay naked before him, firelight reflecting off her body.
“Seems to me you’re way overdressed, Cowboy,” Bella said, gazing up at him, her voice husky.
“We’ll fix that,” he grinned as he unbuckled his belt, undid his khakis, and stepped out of them, revealing black boxer briefs containing an impressive erection. Bella chewed her lower lip in anticipation. Luke knelt over her, leaning down to kiss her, and then stretched out beside her, head propped up on his left elbow, allowing his right hand explore her form.
“I want to touch you,” she breathed. He nodded so she brought her hands down, first running her fingers through the hair on his chest before coming to rest on his hard sex.
He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. “Oh, baby, you’ve got to stop or this will be over way too fast.” Removing her hand, he reached to stroke between her legs, caressing and circling before sliding a finger inside. Bella buck and gasped, almost coming right there.
“Well, well, m’lady, you seem to be ready for me,” he whispered.
“Please Cowboy, I want you,” she begged.
Luke pushed himself up over her, shimmying out of his boxer briefs. “As m’lady wishes,” he breathed into her ear, and he began stroking her soft folds with himself before pushing inside. Her center was warm and wet and the pleasure was intoxicating.
He felt Bella grip him and she began to rock her hips up and down, matching his rhythm and increasing with his intensity.
“It’s okay, baby girl, let it go,” Luke whispered. And she did.
“Oh, Cowboy!” she cried as she shuddered, gasping.
He was close behind her, his own ecstasy tearing through him like a freight train. “Fuck! Bella!” he gasped and then collapsed beside her. LUKE & BELLA by Pandora Spocks